Deception

Title: Deception

Pairings: Haldir/Legolas, Rumil/Orophin

Rating: This chapter: NC-17

Summary: Haldir and Legolas make niiice. Heh.

Archive: It would be an honour, but please ask.

Beta: Nope.

Notes: All characters are Tolkien's. I just like to have my own brand of pervy fun with them.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *...*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com or merenwen_fefalas@yahoo.co.uk

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Chapter Six


Legolas and Haldir managed to draw more than a few strange looks as they walked hand in hand through Caras Galadhon. Haldir was beyond caring if anyone found out about his love for the Prince, and the only two that Legolas wanted it kept from already knew. Besides, they weren't here to say anything about it anyway.

The oddest looks came from Legolas' companions as the two Elves strolled past the makeshift tent city that served as the quarters for the Fellowship. Aragorn and Boromir stopped talking and followed the pair with their eyes. The Hobbits even stopped eating to look. The only one who wasn't surprised was Gimli. He chuckled to himself, and Legolas winked at him.

"Well, Master Dwarf," Boromir spoke, "it seems you know a little something about Prince Legolas and the March Warden. Pray, tell us what that may be."

"Can you not see that they are in love?"

"Love, Mr Gimli?" Sam, as usual, wanted more information than was offered him.

"Aye, wee one." Gimli chuckled again, and went back to enjoying his lunch.


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Legolas had barely closed the door to Haldir's chamber before he was pinned to it with a fiery kiss.

"Oh," Legolas panted as Haldir's hand roamed between his legs. "I like that, but there is something I should like even more."

"What might that be?" Haldir had his lips pressed against Legolas' neck.

"I want to feel you," the Prince breathed, "inside of me." He thrust himself up against Haldir. "Now."

"Elbereth, yes!"

The Elves left a trail of clothes as they made their way to Haldir's bed. Legolas let the Guardian lay him down on his back, and he spread his legs to allow Haldir to settle between them. A look of panic suddenly spread across Haldir's face.

"Haldir?"

"I- I have never done this with, well, with a *ner*."

"I know." Legolas took Haldir's hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. He was trying to make the situation more comfortable, but Haldir's expression did not change. "We can just lie here together if you would like."

"I want nothing more than to be with you right now, I am just afraid that I might not be very good at this particular activity. I do not want to disappoint you." Although the Warden was considerably older than Legolas, he felt like a child. He'd been with females before, of course, and he didn't think it was *that* different, but still he was unsure.

Legolas sat up and kissed Haldir deeply before responding. "Fear not, my love, I will show you. What kinds of oils do you keep in your bath?"

"Oils?"

"Yes, oils. It seems to be more comfortable that way. Although, in a pinch, there are other options." The Prince looked thoughtfully at Haldir, whose face had turned a deep red. "Do not be embarrassed. I remember the first time I ever did this. I would have liked to die of shame when I realised what exactly took place and where everything went. Thank the Valar Elladan knew what *he* was doing."

"Elladan? You have lain with him?" Haldir was surprised. He never would have guessed his Lord's grandson favoured males.

"Yes, we spent much time together when we were younger. First love, you might say."

"Do you love him still?"

"Of course, but- oh, not like that. There is no one keeping my heart but you." As a reassurance, Legolas squeezed his lover's hand. "We have not been intimate for centuries."

"I see. So what kind of oil works best?" Haldir had begun stroking Legolas back to hardness, and the Prince lay back down on the bed. "I have massage oil and bath oil."

"Hmm, yes, like that. Very nice." Legolas started to thrust his hips upward with each stroke. "A little harder, yes."

"Which oil? I shall get them both, then."

"No! Oh, no! You cannot stop this!" Legolas gripped Haldir's wrist. "We will manage without oil." Seeing the look of terror that swept his lover's face, Legolas added, "Just wait." Haldir continued the up and down motion, his fingers gripping tighter, until warm milky liquid covered his hand. Legolas lay gasping on the bed, grng tng the sheets. "Now," he said, "let me show you." He took his own essence and coated Haldir's length.

"I see." The Guardian parted Legolas' thighs and moved between them.

"Take a little and put it around the outside."

"Yes, of course." Haldir took one of his still sticky fingers and rubbed it around the tight ring of flesh between Legolas' buttocks. He experimentally slipped a finger in, and was amazed at the tight, velvety warmth. The thought of his more sensitive parts being there made a wave of heat wash over his body.

"Yes, like that. Now another." Legolas writhed on the bed. Haldir complied, nearly sending the Prince over the edge again. Finally withdrawing his fingers, Haldir moved to enter Legolas.

"Oh," came the moan as the tip of Haldir's erection breached Legolas' entrance. "Elbereth, that feels nice. I never felt anything quite like it." Haldir pushed in a little further. Legolas laughed a little at Haldir's comment, and Haldir gasped at the sudden vibration.

Haldir finally managed to insert himself completely into Legolas and get a good rhythm going. He was so glad that Legolas had not made him feel foolish for his inexperience, and guided him through the whole thing.

"Harder!" Legolas thrust against Haldir to drive him in deeper. Haldir responded by hooking Legolas' ankles over his shoulders and thrusting harder and deeper into his lover's body. He didn't think he would last much longer if he went any faster. Legolas raised his buttocks off of the mattress, angling so that with each inward motion, Haldir hit that certain spot that made stars flash before his eyes. With one final, hard thrust, Haldir came, shooting liquid heat deep into the warmth that surrounded him. A few moments later, he withdrew and collapsed on the bed next to Legolas.

"I love you," Haldir whispered into Legolas' ear. "I do not know what I will do when you leave here."

"I would rather not talk about that. Not now." He snuggled into the Guardian's embrace and closed his eyes, despite the fact that it was only late afternoon.


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It was twilight when Rumil and Orophin made it back from their turn at the border. They decided to stop off at their older brother's quarters for a quick drink, and of course to see how things were going with Legolas. They were fairly certain that telling Haldir the half-truth about the day in the woods would keep him away from the Mirkwood Prince. Rumil had felt a twinge of guilt, however, when he saw the pain reflected in his brother's eyes. He had not really wanted to hurt him, he just didn't want him to fall in love with Legolas. Rumil had long been in love with Haldir, and was always jealous of his lovers. Of course, he never thought Haldir would look towards anyone of the male persuasion, given the number of female lovers that he had, so when the Warden had set his sights on Legolas it was bittersweet for Rumil.

They had just gotten to Haldir's door when they heard voices coming from within. They recognised one of the voices as Haldir's but they could not immediately place the other. Both were male, and there seemed to be a lot of moaning and panting between words. It was when Haldir cried out his lover's name in a moment of ecstasy that Rumil and Orophin knew who was in the room. Legolas. Their plan failed.

"Now what, Rumil my love?"

"Well, I suppose we have to rethink this entire endeavour. Have you any of that vile concoction of yours left?"

"Hmm. Maybe a little. Do you think it will work?"

"It has to. We can only hope."


To be continued. . .